The cloud layer is not very wide, it only covers this valley. The cloud layer does not look very thick, and it is gray and black in color. It is not rain clouds but demonic energy?
Where does Canjian Mountain get its devilish energy?
"That's right. Xuan Yao's master is a demon. If there are demon disciples in Canjian Mountain, they should have demonic aura. Where is the demonic aura?"
Only then did everyone think of this. Can Jianshan's disciples were from any race, and some were from the demon clan. So where did they practice on a daily basis? Why didn't they think of this before? The main reason was that Xuan Yao had never shown any need for demonic energy.
That child is too sensible.
At this moment, there was a roar and an explosion in the fire room, and a row of swords rushed out, breaking through the barrier and shooting into the sky.
A figure followed closely behind, the man chased the sword, the sword flew towards the cloud, the cloud retreated, and flew away with a huff.
Everyone hesitated and didn't have time to catch up, so they went to look at the fire room and saw Hu Qing walking out slowly.
"What's going on?" asked Hu Qing.
Hu Qing glanced at it and asked: "What happened? The sword was refined, but suddenly it exploded and exploded. Xuan Yao chased after it. What is that thing?"
Looking at the crowd: "Why don't you catch up and take a look?"
Everyone:"..."
Hu Qing waved his hand and said, "I'm going to close up for a while, and then I'll talk again when I come out."
She was very tired from refining the weapon. She counted on her fingers and realized that she had spent three or four years on these twelve magic swords and used characters. She was so tired. At least, she should have a good sleep.
Only then did she feel tired. Exhaustion suddenly came over her. She felt like she couldn't lift her legs, and her eyeballs were as dry as water. She simply called out a white kiss, and the big white python flew away with her on its back.
Everyone looked at each other and finally chased the direction Xuan Yao left.
did not find.
When Xuan Yao came back on his own, it turned out that he had gone to see his master.
Of course the master is concerned about such a big event as the apprentice receiving his natal sword, and he will take the person to his secret realm by releasing his demonic energy.
"Secret realm? They have their own secret realm?" the disciples collectively screamed.
The masters clapped their hands and said: "What a fuss, isn't there some secret cave in the Xiaoli world left by the great powers?"
This is the fairy world, so why would it be difficult for the immortals to create their own secret realm of inheritance?
Jin Xin murmured: "Why didn't I think of this? No, I have to ask my master if he has any."
His eyes were darting around, obviously wanting to dig into his master's little treasury.
Several others had the same idea.
Di Yuan only cared about one thing: "Where is your magic sword?"
I hadn't seen it clearly before, but I could see how extraordinary those swords were just by looking at them.
Tsk, after refining so many swords at once, Hu Qing could fly!
Xuan Yao summoned the Twelve Demonic Swords. The twelve demonic swords were suspended one meter in the air and stood upright, with the sword tips pointing downwards. The sword energy struck small nests on the ground.
Everyone's pupils dilated and they screamed several times.
Hu Zhuzhu and Hu Huahua moved at the same time, each of them rushed towards a sword: "I really want it."
A cold sword energy flashed across the demon sword, forcing the two of them back.
Xuan Yao groaned in embarrassment: "My master helped me fuse it, but now my breath is not very stable."
In fact, his master was surprised when he saw his sword master. Who would have thought that twelve swords could be contracted at once and become one with him. This swordsman has some skills.
Give him some treasures and let him and his natal sword improve a little.
"Why the number of twelve? What's the profound meaning?" Di Yuan circled around each sword, with expressions of admiration and wonder.
Xuan Yao said: "My mother said it is twelve o'clock in the day, Zi Chou Yin Mao, Chen Si, noon, Shen You Xu Hai."
After saying this sentence, there is no more.
So everyone interpreted it as: Hu Qing first struck the twelve swords, and then added the meaning of the twelve o'clock.
This is also true.
Leng Ruo and Hu Nuan gathered around to look at a snow-white magic sword, which was noble and elegant, and also had clusters of flowers that they liked very much. There were also beautiful water ripples on the sword.
Hu Nuan said: "Wouldn't such a sword look better in a girl's hand?"
Leng Ruo: "Ah, I haven't been intimate with my aunt for a long time. I want to honor my aunt."
Shuanghua looked sideways, but then she stared at the dark blue sword in front of her with a faint starlight. Although it was a magic sword, she felt that she should be good at using it.
Lin Yin touched his chin: "This sword - it has the power of life." It suits him very well.
Coincidentally, Di Yuan, Qiao Yu and even Junbo Pengshan thought there was someone suitable for them. Tang Er glanced at Lin Yin with vague disdain. Yan Ying thought that thick sword was quite good.
Lian Jie Shan Jing Yun and Feng Ling also stared at the sword and thought about it.
What a pity, this is Xuan Yao's natal sword, and it cannot be divided. Even if it can be divided, it only has twelve swords, which is not enough for so many people.
However, the craftsmen who made them are here.
So, Hu Qing woke up and met a circle of eyes.
I was frightened and thought it was a nightmare. I hugged the quilt tightly and asked, "What are you doing?"
Leng Ruo crawled over to her affectionately and hugged her arm: "Auntie~"
Hu Qing shivered for a while, Shuanghua, come and take care of your apprentice!
"Auntie, can you help me get a sword?" Leng Ruohu opened his eyes.
Hu Qing's eyelids twitched when she was suddenly slapped, and he pushed her away with one finger: "That's it. This is what you are all for - get out of here."
Boys and girls, young and old, jump on other people's beds in broad daylight.
Pushing a circle of people away, Hu Qing slapped the quilt in disgust.
"It's not just about making a sword. What's the problem? It's worth your while to keep an eye on me. Come up with the materials and the composition yourself. When you're ready, I'll make it for you."
She wanted to refine weapons anyway, so she just happened to be practicing her hands.
Hu Nuan said: "Mom, Master and the others want it too."
"Same. I accepted the order, and the crafting fee is free of charge. I will provide the materials and ideas myself."
Yeah, a group of people cheered.
After running out to report the good news, Hu Nuan ran out of the door and came back, took out a wad of something and said: "Mom, if it's broken, do it again."
Hu Qing took a closer look and raised his eyebrows: "Hu Xiaonuan, how about a flower basket and you can play it into a ball for me?"
Hu Nuan pouted: "Where is it? I took the flower basket to catch shrimps, but it was damaged by those shrimps."
I don’t know what kind of shrimp it is. It’s so small that it hurts my hand when it hits it.
Hu Qing let her go in an upset tone: "Go find your master."
Hu Nuan smiled and said: "Mom, don't be angry. I have great swordsmanship, do you want to see it?"
Huan Dacheng, I think you are very shameless.
Hu Nuan insisted on competing with her, as if he was eager to graduate.
Hu Qing couldn't displease her, so she had no choice but to pull him outside.
"Mom, it's not about spiritual power, it's about sword moves."
Hu Qing nodded, turned his fingers, and shook hands with a white kiss: "Hurry up."
Hu Nuan remained motionless: "Mom, what do you think I want to say?"
Hu Qing smiled: "I don't know what you want to say, but I know what I want to say: Get out."
Hu Nuan was speechless: "Mom, I don't have my natal sword yet."
Hu Qing was stunned.
Hu Nuan complained: "You built twelve magic swords for Xuan Yao. My dear daughter doesn't even have a natal sword."
Well, if you put it this way... Hu Nuan's natal weapons are the stick and sword that break the ice - there really isn't one!
Looking at her expression, Hu Nuan sneered: "She also said she loves me the most."
Oh, emotional kidnapping?
Hu Qing sneered, shook the white kiss, and the thin round sword trembled like a snake swimming: "Come on, defeat your mother, and you will love me from now on."
Hu Nuan was stunned, no, how did you calculate this account? I feel like you are tricking me.
Hua, Hu Qingqing stepped forward, the sword tip connected, a cluster of silver light shone like a hydrangea, it was difficult to distinguish the true and false, and it locked onto Hu Nuan's chest.
Hu Huahua, Hu Zhuzhu, Hu Caicai and Xuan Yao, who had no master to report the good news, stretched out their hands at the same time, really?
Hu Nuan also imitated Hu Qing's demeanor and smiled sideways. His body flashed and turned into a swirling snowflake that spread out, easily deflecting the attack.
